And I’m perfectly willing to concede that Iron Man can fly because he has little rockets in the soles of his feet. If you go to a movie based on a comic strip character, you’ve got to go along with that sort of thing.
But it’s in the post-movie analysis of a “real” movie where I’ll get into trouble. To wit: “Now You See Me,” a film that lost whatever flimsy hold it had on reality early-on, just got more absurd as it went along. The climax was enabled by a vast amount of sophisticated pyrotechnics and other special effects that were somehow expertly planted in a huge building without anyone noticing.
My bride — who is a far more tolerant member of the species than her husband — enjoyed the film and then made the mistake of asking my opinion.
“I’m just wondering,” I said thoughtfully, “if that was the worst movie ever made.”
Envying all those girls who had turned me down for movie dates, she shook her head.
“I’m never,” she said, “going to the movies with you anymore.”
At last reckoning, “Now You See Me” had earned more than $80 million in this country alone and was still going great at the box office.
And I’m still a lousy movie date.
Sam Pollak is the editor of The Daily Star. He can be reached at email@example.com or at (607) 432-1000, ext. 208. His columns can be found at www.thedailystar.com/sampollak.